Golden State (Excerpt)
I
To see my father
lying in pink velvet, a rosary
twined around his hands, rouged,
lipsticked, his skin marble...
My mother said, "He looks the way he did
thirty years ago, the day we got married,-
I'm glad I went;
I was afraid: now I can remember him
like that ... "
...
You left a bag of money; and were
the unhappiest man
I have ever known well.
The Fourth Hour of the Night (Excerpt)
Out of scarcity,-
... being
Because, when you were nine, your father
was murdered,
betrayed.
Because the traveler was betrayed by those with
whom he had the right to seek
refuge, the Tatárs.
